Church militant hymns, ed. by G.M. Mason |
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Términos y frases comunes
Alleluia Amen Angels BARING-GOULD beautiful behold blessed blest Blood of Jesus Bonar bountiful Salvation bright Calm Land CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT Christ cres dim cres f cres Oh Cross there's room dark dear death didst dost earth earthly eternal f 4 mf f dim FABER faith Father fear gate glad glorious glory God the Father gone grace Hail the sign hath hear heart Heaven at last hymn Jesu's Jesus of Nazareth JOHN vi JOHN xix King Lamb of God light little hour Lord LUKE mercy mf cres mf f morning nigh night o'er pardon perfect peace praise pray prayer precious Blood rejoicing rest Saints shalt shed sing sinner sins SNARGATE song sorrow soul Spirit tell Thine Thou art Thou hast Throne Thy Feet Thy love tis Heaven toil trusting Thee unto voices weary
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Página 154 - Thou art gone to the grave — we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side, But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope since the Sinless has died.
Página 45 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Página 120 - His arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, " Let the little ones come unto Me.
Página 38 - This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years ; No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new. 5 Oh ! let the dead now hear Thy voice ! Bid, Lord ! Thy banished ones rejoice : Their beauty this, their glorious dress, — Jesus, " the Lord our Righteousness !
Página 7 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Página 103 - But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost Out in the desert He heard its cry, Sick, and helpless, and ready to die.
Página 6 - LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Página 31 - Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee ; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be ; Then for thyself in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.
Página 71 - Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look ; It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke.
Página 119 - I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.